it isn’t poetry
every day starts the same
a twenty seven step shuffle
to the stove and a kettle
that will whistle me awake
before i burn the house down
and you can count my silence
in teabags and empty spoons
adding up the dreams i try to bury
before i pull my heart
from one last cup
and drag light into corners
with this pencil
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April 1st, 2013 at 7:34 am
This is so wonderful! I wish the word Poetry could do justice! 🙂 I’ll be a regular in here now..let me sharpen my pencils now! 🙂
April 1st, 2013 at 8:10 am
is burning your house down pre-tea the same as my worldview sans coffee?
April 1st, 2013 at 8:12 am
Oh I know that shuffle! If only I was as creative with a pencil.
April 1st, 2013 at 8:20 am
smiles…drag that light….but let me get a cup of coffee in me first so it does not hurt so bad….pulling your heart from the cup, great touch as well…
April 1st, 2013 at 8:27 am
Another outstanding rendering of the inner life. Perfectly composed and described.
April 1st, 2013 at 9:35 am
Lovely, and I recognized myself in this albeit with coffee instead of tea.
April 1st, 2013 at 11:08 am
beautiful!!
April 1st, 2013 at 11:27 am
at least you were thinking of me today
April 1st, 2013 at 11:54 am
i like the way you light your corners. a lot.
April 1st, 2013 at 1:05 pm
I’ve been away a few days, and your poetry is the first to greet me as I return to the routine. The push and pull of everyday, the balancing of morning before the work whistle; there is nothing routine in your silence. I hear magic.
April 1st, 2013 at 5:03 pm
I totally understand – this isn’t poetry. Poetry is that stale, rarefied attitude what other people write. I say I’m writing my own self-help book, one poem at a time. I loved this and wish to sit with you sipping tea,awakening and watching you write.
April 1st, 2013 at 11:28 pm
i will not look at mornings the same now. however, my caffeine of choice is always coffee. i will meet you in the morning.
tilda
April 4th, 2013 at 10:50 pm
You induce the liminal space in the reader that mirrors the hypnopompic state, brilliant!